She was wearing a camouflage top and metallic mini-skirt that wasn’t much more than a belt around her hips. The top fastened between her breasts wit... a knot in front and a G-string barely covered her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any jewelry, but strapped to her right leg was a camouflage leather knife holster. She was standing in thigh-high, skin-tight high-heeled black vinyl boots, the camouflage leather knife holster strapped to her vinyl covered thigh.‘So, ‘ Henry thought, smiling and looking. Luckily, I had most of what they wanted in stock. Some wanted specialized equipment that no amount of money could make happen in the time available. Some wanted... well, they didn’t know what they hell they wanted. And then there were the twins.Lacy and Stacy were RBB twins. RBB is a notation I use in my personal files. It stands for Rich Bitch Brat. That doesn’t mean I won’t do work for them. I work for some pretty nasty people, so petty, spoiled brats are not a problem. As long as someone. Then they would rest for bit before beginning again. Even when they were engaged in one of her imaginative dress-up games, sex with Alan was always a civilized act. But, this time she didn’t want to have sex. She didn’t want to make love. She wanted to be fucked! Wait! No! That wasn’t exactly it either. She wanted to be fucked Alan’s way, in whatever way he demanded. She wanted him to order her to her knees, on her back, or into whatever position he wanted. She wanted to be completely. She has her tight jeans on and white shirt with red heels and Red handbag. I can see her pony tail sashaying from far. Those eyes sparkle from far amongst all passengers at the terminal. She runs towards me and jumps on me and holds my head and kisses me passionately. I catch her and lean her on the pillar and we forget that we are in airport and we kiss and make up for all the lost time. We come to senses and part with few quick pecks. She leans on me and rests her head on my shoulder and.